[50 Cent]
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
so much better

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
ya yous’ a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
nigga yous’ a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy
nigga yous’ a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
nigga yous’ a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I’m on the grind, let my paper stackin’ I’m filthy
It’s funny how niggaz get to screw-facin’ at me
Anyhow they ain’t got the heart to get at me
I’ll get down, Southside’s the hood that I come from
So I don’t cruise through nobody ‘hood without my gun
They know the kid ain’t gonna follow that bullshit
Try and stick me, I’ma let off a full clip
It ain’t my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don’t stack right
But when I come around y’all niggaz better act right
When we got the tops…down you can hear the system thump
nigga when we rollin’, rollin’, rollinShut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga when we rollin’, rollin’, rollin
[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggaz love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in
But when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, man
Tell her, “Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang.”
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend ’bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, man
Listen man, shit…changed, I came up I’m doin my thang
Homey I’m holin’, holin’, holinOh shit man, the store owner watchin’ you
‘For somethin’ get stolen, stolen, stolen